Once upon a time in a very nice city of ancient India, there were five blind young men were living together and getting along very well. They could share together many things they acquired materially and mentally. They could shared each other...
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Posted on Nov.14.2008 @ 03:30AM EDTbyzen-zen
Feeling is like a moon on the stream.
When the waters are still the moon is seen clearly
Isn't it also kind of a waste to lose all those nice and enjoyable ripples? A little respect for those too?